16. Holden

Idon't care about the spilled wine, nor the fact that clothes have created a trail as we moved upstairs, arriving perfectly naked at my room.

It was a few licks on her luscious pussy, but then I felt a need to transfer us. Probably, the fact that the living area is not just mine, it's my kids'. Maybe one day we will share it with someone else, but right now doesn't seem right yet. But the true reason, if I'm honest, is I want to lay Lexi down in my bed. No woman has crossed that line since I moved into this house. It's far too intimate, yet here I am with an eager desire to have Lexi in my bed.

That's the reason why I throw her onto my bed, only for her to reach for my arms to tug me down to join her. We find our way to the middle of the mattress, and I sit up as Lexi swings her legs around my waist because it must be her position of choice today. She's straddling me again, this time with her glistening pussy rubbing against my bare, hard cock.

Her eyes float around the room when we settle into a little silence.

"This is your room, it appears." She does that cute thing where she slows her speech and states the obvious.

I tuck hair behind her ear, causing her to focus on me again. "You are very wise," I whisper. "I guess it's new for us." My room is large, with a king-sized bed, a lot of gray happening in the simple decorating. A man's room, I guess.

She splays her hand against my chest. We don't say anything more because something so small seems to signify a lot. The simple act of letting her into my room that I normally keep private says enough.

Our lips find their way to meet, and we kiss. A sensual kiss that brings our bodies pressed together and my arms wrapping tighter around her waist, as if tight isn't even enough.

We pull away, and her eyes gleam with sentimentality. "Hi," she whispers.

"Hi," I echo.

She smiles almost shyly, but I'm putting an end to that. I adjust our bodies and roll her back with her head now near the end of my bed, I encourage her to tilt her hips up, giving me ample opportunity to go slow with her.

Parting her thighs open, my tongue finds her clit again, and instantly she gasps. Lexi's limber, and I appreciate that she can hold this position until I have her trembling. I circle her clit and keep my eyes focused on her face and hands that have found her breasts to fondle with. She's even more damn beautiful because she freely does what she craves.

I'm not sure the cause of how drenched her thighs and pussy are, because since I set her on the dining table, I've both licked her and turned her on purely with the tease of what we're going to do. Now I'm adding a finger to her pussy, and she needs my cock.

"Baby, you must be aching and craving my cock to fill you." I watch her eyes hood closed then open while she thrums with pleasure. I add another digit, and she twists her nipples between her fingers, her hips beginning to circle, eager for more. "Tell me what you need."

"I need you. You make me feel so good," she grates out.

I pop my fingers out of her pussy and shove them straight into her mouth. "You're sweet, Lexi. Delicious, and you're making a mess of your thighs. I've done this to you, and I have every intention of being inside you."

"Please," she begs.

I rumble a sound of pride while I reach for my nightstand to grab a condom. She follows my cues and comes to sit on me again in the middle of the bed. Our eyes lock, and I don't need any words; she slides down onto me. Deadly slow, with every inch taking us deeper into our own world. Her hair falls behind her shoulder as she looks up, and her breasts present themselves to me for my teeth to drag around her nipple and my hands to mold against the shape.

She drags her pussy up then bears down on me with force that buries the tip of my cock as deep as possible inside of her.

Her breath becomes labored. "You feel so good," she whispers.

My hands roam down her spine until I grip the cheeks of her ass in one slap. Her body jolts, but then approval through her smirk informs me that she didn't mind. Using my hands on her behind, I guide her rhythm. She loops her arms around my neck for support, and we seem to be moving closer and closer. Our bodies have nowhere to go as the emotional element of sex only intensifies the ability to become one and move in sync.

That's what has happened. Hasn't it? I care for Lexi, she brightens my day, and when I close my eyes, I don't see her gone.

I refuse to label this, but I'm allowed to have this time with her.

We're both overheating with a sheen of sweat forming on our bodies. Through our heavy breathing, we still manage to kiss deeply. We slow down our thrusts, and our foreheads touch as we both soak in a few seconds of one another.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you aren't afraid," I whisper.

Her eyes flick to mine. "What should I be afraid of?"

My lips twitch, but I don't respond. Because I'm not sure of the answer. Did I mean her sexual confidence or what's transpiring between us?

It doesn't matter. I pull her flush to my body and begin to piston up inside of her, needing to hit that spot that makes her see stars. She's losing control, and she brings her mouth to the curve of my shoulder to caress and nip.

Our speed picks up with her hand between us toying with her clit. We both moan, and when we finally reach our destination, I'm positive I black out from a mind-blowing orgasm. All her doing.

* * *

"I shouldn't be yawning,"I declare as my mouth stretches, with Lexi in my arms in my bed.

Lexi begins to mirror me. "Don't say yawning. When you hear the word then you automatically yawn." Lexi places her hand on my bare chest. "Old man." She snickers.

"Watch it there." I look at my clock. "Fair point, maybe. It's not even nine and we're drowsy in bed."

"I think we know why."

"Har, har. We were supposed to watch a movie or talk over a bottle of wine. Didn't you have the idea of shots?" I list.

I could get used to the feeling of her lips kissing my pec. Always delicate but without thought. "We can always bring the bottle here, but I feel like that might ruin this sacred surrounding. Tomorrow, we have the whole day. Besides, I kind of like your bed. It's comfortable, there are great pillows, a hot guy, high thread count sheets, and big windows over there."

I tickle her, and she squeals. "Hot guy, huh?"

"Don't get cocky on me. But seriously, I don't need to leave this bed. I'm tired too. I mean, unless you want me to leave this bed." She sounds unsure.

I laugh under my breath. "I'm not kicking you out," I clarify.

"Okay, but I'm a cuddler."

"Then I'll spoon the hell out of you."

"And I wake sometimes in the middle of the night," she adds.

"I'll slide into you and fuck you back to sleep."

She hooks her leg across my body around my hips. "Do I have to sleep naked, or do I get one of your shirts?"

I grin. "You have a lot of questions." Lexi looks up to give me a love-to-tease-me look. "But to answer. No scraps of clothing allowed in this bed."

"Hmm, I was afraid of that." She frowns, but then her entire body perks up. "I guess being at your service at all times will have to do."

My arm sweeps her in closer to me. "Don't say things like that to me."

"Fine." We both simmer in our joint embrace in silence until she breaks it. "Your jersey isn't here."

"Nah, I keep that on the wall in my home office. I kind of need a space with no reminders of the outside world."

Her nails tap against my skin. "Huh… I don't even see photos of Lori and Harry in here."

"I love them, but this space needs to be a blank room so I can gather my thoughts."

"That's actually… a perfect thing to have."

My eyes close because tiredness begins to take over, but I still listen and talk. "That means a lot coming from a professional designer."

"No work talk. Tell me something new. Why don't you have a dog? That makes children's lives happy."

I'm wide awake again and burst out a laugh. "Because we killed Pebbles the fish way back after two days at home. Doubt we can handle a dog."

Our fingers entwine and move together, creating their own shapes. "I had Diamond growing up. A Dalmatian who was pretty cool. Used to sit on my bed when I would do homework or sneak out my bedroom window. She was even exactly where I left her when I returned home. I'm positive she only kept quiet because she wanted my bed to nap on."

"That's ridiculous. Do you ever want to have another dog?"

"I think so. I need to settle somewhere first. Before I was traveling all the time, so it wasn't ideal. Now that life is less hectic with less travel, it seems that a dog is getting closer on the horizon."

I begin to ponder in my thoughts. "Okay, focus on projects, no plans of traveling, less hectic, anything else?"

"Why are you making a list? Something brewing in your head?" She's amused.

But her observation strikes a chord, and I move to my side to face her. "How do you manage to assess my thoughts?"

A sly smile creeps on her lips. "Because our minds think alike. Isn't that kind of scary?"

"Terrifying," I deadpan.

Lexi's expression turns serious, and she cups my face in her hand, with her thumb tracing my bottom lip. "I know the feeling," she whispers. "Isn't it a strange realization when a strong click that you share with someone has been blinded by the fun you have with them? Turns out the connection isn't just on the surface."

She explains it well. Too well.

"Tell me something that will make me walk away from you, completely uninterested," I request softly. I'm spiraling again, no control of my thoughts or feelings.

Her fingers stroke my hair, a calming smile faint on her lips. "I'll maybe tell you in the morning, but right now, I think you need to find your way back inside of me."

My fingers trail down her body to find her pussy that is wet again. She's trying to distract me, and it's working.

* * *

Wakingup when Lexi begins to stir in my arms, I blink my eyes to see the sun peeking through the curtains. We kept true to our suggestion of waking in the night and I spooned her from behind. Now I have every intention of having lazy morning sex with her.

She rolls out of my hold, and I reach to yank her back but fail.

"Holden." She shoos me away. "I need breakfast, and I'm sure there is a carnage of wine over your table."

I rub my face to wake up. "Forgot about that."

She's already out of bed and heads directly to my closet to get lost in, only to return a few seconds later, pulling on one of my old Spinners shirts, and it drowns her but is still hot as hell. "We can come back to bed after breakfast. Or… we could actually do something non-bed related. I was thinking we could head to the ice rink."

My face puzzles. "I'm always up for the rink. Didn't really expect you to say that, though."

She splays out her hands. "I'm full of surprises."

That she is. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be downstairs."

"I'll grab the toaster pastries that are full of artificial goodness. If you have those weird cinnamon ones, then I'll be concerned."

I pretend to be serious. "That's a classic."

"Or we can just pick something up at Jolly Joe's."

"Good plan," I agree.

It's a few minutes later when I arrive downstairs to find Lexi still in my shirt, dancing around the kitchen as she puts dishes away from last night. I don't think she realizes I'm there as she's belting out George Michaels' "Father Figure."

Clearing my throat, she startles. "Have some daddy scenarios that we need to talk about?"

It's not even nine and we're already into our daily rhythm of back and forth.

Lexi waves a finger at me. "Hmm, I don't think so. But I'm all for some chains and floggers."

My eyes grow bold. "Shut up. No seriously, shut up. Every time I know you're serious about your sexual wishes, it only makes me become more curious about what I can do with you."

She salutes me. "Yes, sir."

"Seriously, get in the car in ten minutes, otherwise we have no hope of leaving this house." I'm growing frustrated with her lack of inhibitions, purely because I want to instantly put them into practice.

Her face goes neutral. "Agreed."

We make it out of the house and pick up bagels and coffees on our way to the rink. I wasn't really expecting her to suggest this, but I'm game.

Lake Spark is lucky that the Spinners' training center here also has a small public rink. It's where Lori has her lessons. Fortunately, it's not busy either, considering it's a Saturday. We should probably give it an hour or two before it picks up.

Lexi and I tie our skates on, and I follow her onto the ice.

"Here we go. Non-inappropriate activities here we come," I say.

She throws me a glare.

And soon I know why.

Lexi skates away, and she doesn't have one wobble. Instead, her speed picks up and then her body circles before skating more. It seems as though she's warming up. I just slowly skate in observation. Then stop in amazement when she jumps off the ice in a turn. It doesn't stop. Leg up, twirls, another turn in the air.

No fucking way. She's not at all an amateur.

I give up on skating since I much prefer the show. She slows down with a smile and skates around me as if I'm a target.

"What's the story, Lexi? I've heard mention that you used to skate. Yet, this talent you still seem to have, you did nothing with it."

Lexi shrugs and tries not to look at me. "It's nothing. Besides I gave up when I was a teenager. My mother wasn't a fan. Felt I'd be better off going to college."

"And your dad?"

"He wanted to go all out on the skating front."

She brings her leg up while her body lines into an L shape. "And me? I guess fate ran its course."

I take a few glides, and she skates away a little, as if I need to chase her, and I do. But then we both reach out and grab one another's arms which knocks us to the ice. Nobody is hurt, though, and we burst out laughing.

We lie on our backs and stay there while our hysteria fades away. Staring up, we just freeze, but she reaches out her finger and invites me to link with mine.

"You still have skills," I point out.

Lexi sighs. "I still practice sometimes for the old feeling. It's been a while, though."

"And how does it feel?"

"Liberating." She sounds at peace.

My head angles to study her face that looks content. "How come you haven't watched Lori, out of curiosity? She loves figure skating."

Lexi meets my gaze and hesitates. "Simple. I wasn't sure how much she hated her new houseguest and didn't want another reason for her to."

Creases form on my forehead. "That's a silly reason."

She shakes her head in disagreement. "Also… when you're her age, the last thing you want is for someone to steal your limelight. Skating is her thing, so let her shine in it. I didn't want to take that away."

My entire body wilts from her thoughtfulness and the way she ignites wants and feelings that I imagined were always locked away.

I don't care who is watching or the feeling of ice on the other side of my clothes. I lean on my side and kiss her softly on the lips then look down at her.

"You keep surprising me. In every best possible way. I'm not sure what to do."

She lifts her head up to kiss me once more. "Me neither."

We both lie back down, splayed out like two octopuses. Not a concern in the world that a few other skaters are circling the rink.

It's a minute of our hands laced and relaxing breathing as we stare at the ceiling.

Until Lexi laughs to herself.

"What's funny?"

"I lied to you."

My eyes snap in her direction, fear now flooding me. Of course, it's too good to be true.

But her smile, it's coy yet promising.

"What did you lie about?"

She hurries and scrambles to standing on her skates, and she offers me a hand to yank me up, which is kind of pointless as I'll just take her back down due to my size. I don't take her offered arm because I would rather have an answer.

"I didn't tell you that I know."

"As in?" I need a clue.

Lexi licks her lips, and her cheeks tighten from a cheeky smile wanting to break free. "I know you turned the water off on purpose, always knew."

She laughs and skates away. Leaving me sitting on the ice grinning to myself.

Because even from day one, she still stayed.